fuck pusha t and anybody that love himhis head up his ass, i’mma have to head-butt himgut him, lil tunechi shit, weak stomachit’s me, lt, like when you heat butterold pussy in a can, red is the flagfuck with me wrong i’ll put your head in your handsthere’d be blood everywhere, i got bloods everywherei’mma alien, i hope you ain’t the prince of bel airthat’s real nigga talk, these niggas speechlesscut off his arm and leg like i charge for my featureshammer on my side like i work in constructionyour bitch hit that head so hard we get concussionsniggas can’t see me, not even a glimpsetoo many banana clips, i feel like chimpssouth beach bitch and i tan line stupidyou could find me on collins like bootsyi ain’t on no fuck shit, i be on that truk fityour girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one sixall i ever see is ben franklin facei chase the bank, i don’t bank with chaseyou fuckin’ with some niggas that’ll murk y’allnigga you softer than a motherfuckin’ nerf ballbird call, brr, what happened to that boy?he was talkin’ shit, we put a clap into that boytunechi!